Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-09-11

de lubly abbadide Of de young geglemen
How him strong stumjack? Cluck-cluck"
He kept q safe distance from me. l
think I should have killed him If had
ever clutched him by the throat
"Ole massa him always ask, How dat
Young debbel? Go and see, Boule-de-
neige.' go to young massa's cottage dar-
away, and come back. Him berry dam
bad. SIR 1 say; him going to the debbel
berry fast; just Ike dem oders. De folk
ali say he drink too much for him berry
fine constitution Cluck-cluck! Ole
massa he only say ebbery night, Bring de
brandy, Boule-de-neige; let's finish him.
Chuck cluckp
Here was Christian negro for you!
Tell me, what did your master die OFF,
apple perplexity, massa."
"Ah! what else? Come, Boule-de-nelge,
know a good deal; tell me more"
"Massa's time up" he whispered, COM
ing close To me. Time quite up, and him
berry much 'fraid. Massa Lucraft want
servantg Boule-de-neige berry good ser
want. Cook Hubby dinner; make massa
rich like Mass Grumbelow."
"I'd rather hire the devil, eA-
claimed.
''Cluck-cluck-cluek" grinned the Great
ure; and really he looked at the moment
rs much like the devil as one could wish;
''Cluek! dat maSsa can do If massa IKE
rushed away, too much excited by the
recovery of my freedom to regard what ne
said.
I WAS free. What next? :,
First the restoration of my shattered
nerves.
There was no permanent injury done to
nv constitution, because, after all, the
drink had not actually gone down my
throat, nor was il / who had consumed
the gallons of turtle soup, the tons OF hsh,
the shiploads OF cattle with which he had
punished me for that woful signature oil
mine.
The contract, in some inexplicable man.
ner, affected me with the punishment OF
my purchasers excuses by kind OF sym
pathy. i remained strictly temperate
man for q month. ] recovered gradually
the tone of my system; my features lost
their bloated look. became myself again.
And then / sought the injured kerrans
1t was no use trying to tell him story
which he never would have believed.
simply told him that was taken sudden
" and hOpelessly i'll on that fatal night.
asked him to remember, which is quite
true, how began the piece with tire and
animation quite impossible in man who
had been drinking, how had certainly
nothing between the scenes, during when
intervals was talking with him, and how
the thing came upon me without any
warning. If you try, yoy know, you can
make yourself quite drunk with brandy IN
two minutes. This is just what MIR. Grum-
below did to ME.
Kerrans, good fellow, outraged IN his
best feelings, was difficult to smooth
down.
He had asked me to act with Juliet IN
the hope of restoring to the gill her lost
good spirits. came; the misfortune hap.
pened, and she was worse than ever. But
he forgaye me ut last, and allowed me ap-
other chance. This time ii was not Juliet
who threw her arms around me; 1T was L
who implOred her forgiveness, and the re-
newal of her love. i was cold no longer.
left off remembering, and lived again In
the present. / was q lover and my glrl
was trembling and blushiug, with her
hand in mine.
II all happened more than fifty years
ago. The only record which remains OF
the events have described, are on the
tablet to the memory of Ebenezer Grum-
below in st. Rhadegunda's church, city;
and the little faded scrap from The Morn
inc Chronicle, which always carry in my
pocket book, and which tells the tale Of
my shame.
Juliet never believed my story, and l
left off insisting on its truth. She lies IN
Norwood cemetery now, but we kept our
golden wedding ere she died, and children
aud grandchildren live to bless her name.
THE END.